Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.